RapeA Poem by Chasetrigger warning.Heart racing as you clean your body for the fifth time, trying to get the scent of him off of you. Your mother asks you what you were wearing. You shrug. Sit back down, shaking. She keeps asking you if you want to talk about it. No, no you do not. You don't want to talk about how he beat you, How he said not to tell anyone, No, I do not want to talk about it. You tell her that you wanted to be alone, and she left. Just because someone can't talk about something that happened, It doesn't mean that they don't relive it every day.
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